Still becoming

Only oneUpon the grave lay several petalsOnly one that seemed subtleOthers blooming, shining bright Only one that willingly sat quiteMany laughed behind my backOnly one who shuddered to death The ston...

Aaradhya SinghI write the things I cannot always say aloud. Every poem is a piece of my journey—woven with symbols, imagination, and hope—for anyone searching for meaning between the lines.